Invisible Key

Under the rain an invisible key
finds the lock hidden within the water
and opens a room of glass.
Here time stops to listen to the beats of objects,
the chair that pulses, the clock that breathes, the window that tells of drops.
In the room the rain falls silent to hear better.
Every object beats a subdued poem, tongue of wood and metal.
The table whispers stories, the cup sings a subtle note,
and the invisible key remains, silent guardian, until silence resumes.